Submit Anyway

I took a chance and submitted to Arrhythmia, an online magazine I almost scrolled past.

I remember second-guessing myself, but I submitted anyway.

One of my poems was accepted (a moment I won’t forget), and two didn’t make it. Still, those two—Resurrection is a Slow Ritual and How to Come Back to Life After a Heartbreak—held pieces of me I needed to share. They were written years after a breakup that shaped my life, and rewriting them now—married, a mom, in a new chapter—was like sending a love letter to my former self.

If you're a writer sitting on a piece, unsure if it’s "good enough" or if it’ll resonate—let this be your sign to submit. To try. To believe in what your words can do.

The poems that didn’t make it still carried me through some of my darkest days. Maybe they’ll mean something to you, too.

Read them below. And if you’ve been hesitating—this is your nudge.

Go submit. Your voice matters.

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Resurrection is a Slow Ritual

No trumpet.

No earthquake.

Just me—

typing in the quiet

and calling it victory.

Resurrection didn’t find me in a church pew.

It found me

halfway through a sentence,

when I remembered how to breathe.

Writing pulled me back

when everything else was still.

It’s the reason I still believe

in second chances.

How to Come Back to Life After a Heartbreak

Stop pretending the silence doesn’t hurt.

Let it speak. Let it echo. Let it empty you a little.

Let yourself rot for a bit.

Compost makes good soil.

Drink water—not to heal,

but to prove you still can.

Say one kind thing to your reflection.

Mean it eventually.

Touch your skin.

Let it remind you

that you're still here.

Remember the song that broke you.

Play it anyway.

Let it ruin you one more time,

then let it go.

Cry without a witness.

Then cry with one.

Make breakfast like it’s an offering

to the person you’re becoming.

Fail to enjoy it.

That’s okay.

Try again.

And again.

And again.

There’s no timeline for resurrection.

Only breath.

And the will to keep returning

to yourself.